DH Shoes


Seeing his shoes makes me breathe easy.

All worn and untied and soft from all day wear, sitting there, at the end of our long hall….

They tell me that love is home.

Walls, worries, tense shoulders, they always fall when he returns again.

After another few days away, this time for a speaking engagement on our old, sweet stomping grounds, Mama was ready for the man of her life to loosen those shoe ties in our entrance-way, and check all the deadbolts at nightfall, and get the kids their water for bedtime, and be my heater in our queen bed again.

I miss him terribly when he is away. I feel exposed and alone when he isn’t around, so yesterday’s hello was warm, welcomed.

Those shoes there, they’ve walked through a hard season. And I’ve never been prouder of the guy that laces them.

His core. His character. His wide-open heart, what he’s really made up of has been visible and shining lately. And as I look at his upright stature in ethics, morals, life – I’ve never stood more gratefully beside him in all my life.

He’s not perfect. His wife certainly isn’t. But gosh I picked well.

This seems like all gush and cheesiness. Our union hasn’t always been filled with such appreciation and camaraderie, but now that it is I must stop to capture and catapult it our there for hope’s sake.

We’re passionate people in every sense, so we have our feisty moments, but it’s so fine. We’re of the same chord and cloth now and I celebrate it.

I celebrate those shoes in the hallway being unlaced here at home.

I never want to take it for granted! God help me with gratefulness!

I know many of the eyes scanning this post have eyes that have a lot to miss. I know there are things, people, relationships that are longed for but are no more. Lord, help and heal.

But today, this weekend, let’s look around our homes for the things that ARE there, for the things that maybe haven’t always been, and let’s shout out our recognition and thankfulness.

And hey, just for a few days, let the out-of-place items around your house stay there. Your people can chore them away another day, but for now let them stay and let them be a reminder that your home has a heartbeat, a pulse, steaming life. Oh God, just for a moment at least, let the left out items scream “BLESSED.”

Happy weekend to you, friends.



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